I'm not sure if this is appropriate, but I thought that you guys might appreciate this.

I’ve recently released an erotica eBook about a conman who, after a botched attempt to seduce and marry a billionaire by disguising himself as a sexy, young woman, finds himself broke and desperate to remove the breast implants that he’d had sewn into his body as part of the scam. The book features self-imposed feminization, forced submission and homosexuality, throatfucking, anal sex, tucking, and sexual humiliation. You guys might be interested in checking it out.

You can read portions of the novel on my website, which you can find by Googling 'the black widows crossdressing erotica'.

Once again, I'm really sorry for the advertisement, but I think that you guys will really like the book and I'd love it if it were to be read by people who will truly appreciate it. If you guys object to my post, feel free to delete it immediately.

Here's a synopsis for those who are interested:

Revenge does not come cheap, and money does not come easy...

Not too long ago, Daniel Minchin thought he was going to have it all. His crazy plan to seduce, marry, and murder billionaire entrepreneur Benjamin Davis while disguised as the alluring, young Kimberly Fox appeared to be a sure-fire way to set himself up for life. Wealth, power, women, and luxury were all to be his once he became his victim's widow and he inherited his estate.

Unfortunately, however, things did not go to plan. After Minchin's victim discovered that his fiancé was not who she claimed to be, the wealthy entrepreneur struck back at the cross-dressing conman by turning the scam around on him.

Now, Daniel Minchin is an international laughingstock. Thanks to Benjamin Davis, the entire world knows that the scammer spent months pretending to be a woman, and they know that he is still stuck with the breast implants that he was so cruelly tricked into getting as revenge for what he attempted to do.

After fleeing his home and going into hiding in Sydney, Australia, Daniel Minchin has only two things on his mind: killing Benjamin Davis, and restoring his manhood by getting the gigantic set of breasts hanging off his chest removed. Unfortunately, both of those goals require something that the man is fast running out of: money.

Driven by anger, desperation, and encouragement from his mysterious new benefactor, Marzia Isely, Minchin does something he’d sworn he would never do again.

Just under a minute later, Minchin found himself back on the bed with the black man, coyly averting his eyes from him and making himself look as small as possible to reinforce his identity as a shy, retiring woman.

The man still didn't say anything. He just stared at Minchin, looking at the smaller man with a slightly love-struck expression.

Again, Minchin spoke first. "Daddy?" he said, ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth from having to refer that way to another man. "Would you like us to do tonight?"

The man's eyes met Minchin's own, smoky set. "This is my first time with a shemale," he admitted, and Minchin felt his last shred of dignity wash away.

"Okay..." Minchin said, quickly recovering. "That's no problem."

The man fell silent again, and Minchin had to bottle his frustration to keep himself from fidgeting.

"Kimberly..." the man began. It took Minchin a split-second to realize that the guy was talking about him.

"Yes?" Minchin asked, his voice low.

"I want to kiss you," the black man went on.

Minchin closed his legs even further as a nervous reflex, and willed his heart to stop beating so furiously. "Then kiss me," he said.

The man reached his giant hands cautiously out toward Minchin. He snaked an arm around the smaller man's waist and brought him closer to him. Then, he moved his mouth closer to Minchin's.

The two men's lips met, and a slow, tentative make-out session began.

There was something in the man's soft and slow style of kissing that told Minchin that there was a certain amount of love and affection in each movement of his lips upon Kimberly's. There was something about that particular realization that made Minchin have to stifle a vomit.

The man's lips met Minchin's again and again, and Minchin met each of his soft kisses with one of his own, stifling his desire to bring up every meal he'd had for the last decade all the while.

After about forty seconds of this, the man changed things up a bit by cupping one of Minchin's cheeks with his hand, and adding his tongue into the action.

Minchin - trapped in the role of having to play a passionate, willing woman - had to not just withstand the fact that he was being tongued by another man, but also had to act like he was enjoying it. Minchin did this by beginning to produce soft, feminine moans which increased the intensity of the black man's kisses even more.

Three minutes later, Minchin felt the hand around his waist fall away. This worried Minchin, because it was a high priority for him to know where this guy's hands were at all times to prevent any nasty surprises.

Minchin knew the runaway hand's position the moment it began to squeeze his left boob. The soft mass of flesh on Minchin's chest was squished, bounced, and jiggled inside the man's thick fingers, reminding Minchin over and over about the two heavy masses on his body that he so desperately wished were not there.

After a full minute of this, the man's hand began to slow its pace. Then, it pulled down the cups holding up Minchin's bosom and popped both his tits out. With nothing to support them, they flopped downward into their natural(?) positions atop Minchin's breast bones.

As Minchin and his new 'daddy' continued to suck-face with each other, the hand on Minchin's tit started concentrating its efforts upon the unwilling-shemale's now rock-hard nipple. The man began to rub it between his thumb and index finger, attempting to stimulate Minchin as one might a woman.

If Kimberly King was a really a regular woman, the man's efforts to stimulate his nipples might have had the desired effect. Instead, all the man managed to do was irritate the fuck out of Minchin, who still found the new position of his nipples - being pushed away from his body by two, soft, gelatinous masses - horribly strange.

Still, Minchin knew that his job here tonight would be to put on a show, and put on a show he did. He moaned into the man's mouth as the man continued his attempts to stimulate him, and his lover, encouraged by the audible feedback, began to moan deeply into Minchin's mouth himself.

Finally, the man took his mouth away from Minchin's.

As the guy moved his face down to Minchin's tits, Minchin dry-vomited. Kissing this burly African man was one of the most disgusting things he had ever done. Even after the kiss, the feel and taste of the man's tongue in his mouth haunted him, right up until the moment another horrific situation presented itself.

The man started licking Minchin's tits.

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Just under a minute later, Minchin found himself back on the bed with the black man, coyly averting his eyes from him and making himself look as small as possible to reinforce his identity as a shy, retiring woman.

The man still didn't say anything. He just stared at Minchin, looking at the smaller man with a slightly love-struck expression.

Again, Minchin spoke first. "Daddy?" he said, ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth from having to refer that way to another man. "Would you like us to do tonight?"

The man's eyes met Minchin's own, smoky set. "This is my first time with a shemale," he admitted, and Minchin felt his last shred of dignity wash away.

"Okay..." Minchin said, quickly recovering. "That's no problem."

The man fell silent again, and Minchin had to bottle his frustration to keep himself from fidgeting.

"Kimberly..." the man began. It took Minchin a split-second to realize that the guy was talking about him.

"Yes?" Minchin asked, his voice low.

"I want to kiss you," the black man went on.

Minchin closed his legs even further as a nervous reflex, and willed his heart to stop beating so furiously. "Then kiss me," he said.

The man reached his giant hands cautiously out toward Minchin. He snaked an arm around the smaller man's waist and brought him closer to him. Then, he moved his mouth closer to Minchin's.

The two men's lips met, and a slow, tentative make-out session began.

There was something in the man's soft and slow style of kissing that told Minchin that there was a certain amount of love and affection in each movement of his lips upon Kimberly's. There was something about that particular realization that made Minchin have to stifle a vomit.

The man's lips met Minchin's again and again, and Minchin met each of his soft kisses with one of his own, stifling his desire to bring up every meal he'd had for the last decade all the while.

After about forty seconds of this, the man changed things up a bit by cupping one of Minchin's cheeks with his hand, and adding his tongue into the action.

Minchin - trapped in the role of having to play a passionate, willing woman - had to not just withstand the fact that he was being tongued by another man, but also had to act like he was enjoying it. Minchin did this by beginning to produce soft, feminine moans which increased the intensity of the black man's kisses even more.

Three minutes later, Minchin felt the hand around his waist fall away. This worried Minchin, because it was a high priority for him to know where this guy's hands were at all times to prevent any nasty surprises.

Minchin knew the runaway hand's position the moment it began to squeeze his left boob. The soft mass of flesh on Minchin's chest was squished, bounced, and jiggled inside the man's thick fingers, reminding Minchin over and over about the two heavy masses on his body that he so desperately wished were not there.

After a full minute of this, the man's hand began to slow its pace. Then, it pulled down the cups holding up Minchin's bosom and popped both his tits out. With nothing to support them, they flopped downward into their natural(?) positions atop Minchin's breast bones.

As Minchin and his new 'daddy' continued to suck-face with each other, the hand on Minchin's tit started concentrating its efforts upon the unwilling-shemale's now rock-hard nipple. The man began to rub it between his thumb and index finger, attempting to stimulate Minchin as one might a woman.

If Kimberly King was a really a regular woman, the man's efforts to stimulate his nipples might have had the desired effect. Instead, all the man managed to do was irritate the fuck out of Minchin, who still found the new position of his nipples - being pushed away from his body by two, soft, gelatinous masses - horribly strange.

Still, Minchin knew that his job here tonight would be to put on a show, and put on a show he did. He moaned into the man's mouth as the man continued his attempts to stimulate him, and his lover, encouraged by the audible feedback, began to moan deeply into Minchin's mouth himself.

Finally, the man took his mouth away from Minchin's.

As the guy moved his face down to Minchin's tits, Minchin dry-vomited. Kissing this burly African man was one of the most disgusting things he had ever done. Even after the kiss, the feel and taste of the man's tongue in his mouth haunted him, right up until the moment another horrific situation presented itself.

The man started licking Minchin's tits.

Read more at by Googling 'the black widows crossdressing erotica' or by searching 'The Reluctant Escort Holly Sharp' in the Amazon Kindle store.